My Heroic Life

Cang Yin's sickle leaned back, her hands clenched the handle of the sickle, the infinite power added by magic power gathered in her arms, the arms were pulled forward, the waist twisted to force, and the sharp sickle blade blasted forward with the flying air current.

"boom!"

The moment the sword and the sickle intersect, the silver sickle slashes across the sea, and the air and sea waves fly out in a fan shape. The witch who can't make a single blow swept across with the sword, and the back of the sickle hit the black long like a hammer. Hair youth.

Yin Lan leaned back to avoid the blow that could open the mountain and crack the rock, but the sharp blade of the silver sickle came over like a poisonous snake in the master's round dance pace, and the witch danced in front of him like this, with a sword With the sound of drums and the invitation with a sharp blade, the two dance together since then.

The shadow of the silver sickle's blade is endless, and the almost infinite magic power strengthens Morgan's body to the limit. Her speed, strength, and reflection ability are far beyond the previous. With the support of this powerful ability, the offensive of the sickle is endless, just like a storm. .

In this gust of wind and rain, Altria could only lose helplessly, every one of the flawless combos was going all out, and he might end up in hatred on the spot if he touched a little bit.

But it was such an attack, but it still couldn't shake the golden figure.

The long-black haired young man had a calm face. The long sword in his hand swung down all the attacks of the witch. The thin and resilient Oriental ancient sword was like flowing water in his hand, unloading the mighty power of the sickle.

Endless martial arts, that is the honor that only one of the top martial artists of a certain era can obtain.

It is the ultimate combination of mind, skill and body, and represents the highest achievement of martial arts. It is not conspicuous in the brilliant star-like skills of the heroes, and it is far from a miracle, but in Yin Lan’s hands, this skill But it broke out infinite potential.

Expelling the mysterious power is his strongest shield, which can resist all magical attacks, and the endless martial arts is his sword, bringing death whispers to all enemies who give up long-range and close combat with him.

The dense and inevitable combo continued, but what was completely different from what we saw was that the attacking Morgan had been driven into desperation.

Breathing gradually became rapid, her arms began to tremble faintly, and the magic of strengthening the body had its limits. The greater the increase, the heavier the burden on the body. The witch gritted her teeth and continued her crazy offensive. She understood that once the combo stopped, that The flaws exposed in an instant are fatal.

In the past, the offensives of the envoys would make up for this fleeting flaw, but now, any enchantress under that brilliance will turn into ashes, and only one can rely on himself.

Thinking like this in her heart, her body was already out of control, her arms were as heavy as lead pouring, and Morgan understood that she was really reaching her limit.

A strong feeling of powerlessness struck her heart, she looked at the young man who was dancing with her in front of him, but still looked indifferent, and couldn't help but raise a thought.

Can he really be defeated?

Does he have no weaknesses?Everything is good, even with a little chance...

Morgan's pupils shrank suddenly, his left hand!

The cobweb-like cracked left hand appeared in Morgan's mind. That's why he used the one-handed Oriental sword.

But it is not enough. Even with one hand, my attack still cannot break his defense. When will his defense appear flawed?

Morgan's thoughts flashed, yes, the moment the combo stopped, he would attack, and at this moment, it was the only chance.

Trade injury for injury!

The storm-like offensive suddenly stopped. Morgan stiffly opened the scythe and seemed to have exhausted her strength. She opened her eyes wide, and she saw the golden sword point approaching like a snake at this moment.

There is no need to adjust her posture, the witch's body stubbornly slammed straight towards the shining sword tip, but the sickle in her hand struck the young man's left arm without holding the sword.

Since the start of the war, the young man who had maintained a poker face was finally moved. The golden sword point buzzed and was about to pierce the witch's chest. At the moment of his death, his eyes widened and he suddenly pulled his sword back.

On the other hand, the young man's decision to collect the sword gave the witch a chance. Under Cang Yin's scythe, Morgan, the soul master, slashed it through, and successfully established a connection with her without destroying the soul.

The golden and dark intertwined and broke, Morgan looked at the young man in front of him incomprehensibly, while Yin Lan was shocked by the crossed arm.

"you......"

Why do you show mercy?Isn't what you say and what you do is completely opposite?What do you think of me?

Many questions filled his mind. Morgan looked at the harvest of this blow after a short pause, which was also the purpose of this battle—the golden light spot on the tip of the sickle that could connect the young soul.

All the questions seem to be in it.

She stretched out her finger and pointed at the twinkling light, but Yin Lan's shout came from her ear.

"Morgan! Don't look!"

"Hey?"

The witch widened her eyes in confusion, and the next moment, following the path of the soul, the long-term memory unfolded before her eyes.

Chapter 74 First Encounter (3/6)

It is a memory like a dream.

In a dark room with complicated pipelines like thin snakes, the old man wearing a crown looked anxiously at a data item, he spoke, his hoarse voice was like an ancient chime, with the weight and vicissitudes of a long troubled time.

"Or not!"

He slammed the data report in his hand on the table, looking at the tall training warehouse in the center of the room, and another emotionless voice sounded at this moment.

"Although the power of the dragon seed is strong, it is not enough."

It was a young man with long black hair who was talking. He quietly picked up the data that was left aside by the old man, and his eyes constantly swept across like a precision machine.

"Usser, if your plan had been considered acceptable a hundred years ago, but now that the magic power is resurrected, it can no longer keep up with the times."

King Youser turned his head to look at the mysterious but powerful young man behind him, and asked why.

"What do you mean? The dragon species is already a top fantasy species. The heart made by the power of the dragon factor should be enough to support Arthur."

Not far away, in the operating training cabin in the center of the room, is the child he created by himself.

With the blood of the king and the factor of the dragon, we are fusing the two with the noble maternal blood. It is the product of mystery and human beings. It can be called the miracle of blood. This is the king he created to protect Britain in the future-Ya Se.

"But the experimental data is not ideal, right? Although the dragon species is strong, as the magic power recovers, Vortiggen is also becoming stronger. In the final battle of the fall of civilization, it is meaningless to fail to defeat him."

"Tsk."

The young man's words made the king speechless. He understood that the man in front of him who lost his emotions because of a curse, almost called a sane monster, would not lie, and his plan did indeed have major omissions.

"What to do, what is there, what is more powerful..."

The old man grabbed his hair and racked his brains. Many years ago, he was defeated by the humble king Vutikeng. The various influences produced have made Youser more paranoid over the years. In order to create an ideal next generation, he has All resources are bet on.

He was distressed, thinking and muttering anxiously. Not far away, the long-haired young man ignored him and indifferently adjusted the data of the training cabin. After a long silence, the old man's hoarse voice suddenly sounded. .

"Just find a source that can continue to absorb power for the conceptual heart, right?"

"Not bad, but with the current situation, the dragon seed is the limit we can collect..."

"No...Votigung has the power of an island, and we also have the power of an island in our hands."

The old man uttered words that horrified any normal person under the eyes of the young man who was always calm and not mixed with emotion.

"Morgan, how about treating her like a heart?"

"You mean..."